Forgotten Wife Let the traitors kneel Down (by Patricia Maradiaga) novel Chapter 62

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Alessandro asked the servants to prepare a basket with food and his horse for a trip. When the servants had everything ready, they left. Alessandro rode slowly, wanting Abri to appreciate the scenery. Upon arriving at the beach, Alessandro dismounted first, then helped her down. She stood gazing at the sea for a moment. Alessandro had spread a blanket on the sand under the shade of some palm trees and placed the basket on top. He approached Abril, placed a hat he had in his hand on her head, and said, “The sun is very strong. Let’s rest a bit under the shade of that palm tree. I don’t want you to faint from the heat.”

“Yes,”

Abril followed Alessandro. He took off his shoes and sat on the blanket, extending his arms and saying, “Come here.”

Abril moved closer, intending to sit beside Alessandro as she understood that was what he wanted. However, he gently pulled her arm, making her sit between his legs. She asked, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Today, I want to pamper my wife. Can’t I?”

“I didn’t say that.”

Alessandro hugged her and said, “For today, I am all yours. I’ll do whatever you wish, you just

have to ask.”

Abril leaned against his chest and asked, “Can I really ask for anything?”

“Of course, I’ll fulfill any wish, though letting you go is not among what I can grant.”

“And loving me?”

Alessandro remained silent for a moment before responding, “Yes, loving you is included.” And he kissed her. They shared several kisses. Abril knew her request might never truly be granted, but at that moment, she wanted to believe his answer was real. She needed something to hold onto as she felt particularly vulnerable that day.

They stayed on the beach all day. When the sun began to set, Abril approached the shore to watch the waves crash against the sand, forming white foam. Alessandro hugged her from behind, rested his chin on her shoulder, and asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

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“Yes.”

“You don’t seem like it.”

“What do you mean?”

“I feel like something is bothering you.”

Abril remained silent for a moment and finally responded, “It’s about my father.”

“Are you worried about what that pirate said?”

“You wouldn’t send me back to him, would you?”

“Of course not. Are you afraid of going back to him?”

“I just don’t want to return to that castle, nothing more.”

Alessandro knew there was more behind Abril’s words, but he didn’t press her to tell him, as she seemed unwilling to talk about it. “I’ve told you before, I won’t let you leave my side. If your father wants to take you back, he will have to face me. It would mean starting the war again, and this time, he won’t be on the winning side.”

Abril seemed to harbor doubts about what Alessandro was saying. He released his embrace, took her face in his hands, and asked, “Do you doubt me?”

“I don’t want you to fight with my father because of me. I don’t want anything to happen to you. My father is not a good man.”

“Now you are part of my family. I won’t let anyone take you away from me. That’s just my own selfishness, and your father has grown old. I can handle him, don’t worry about that.”

Abril hugged him and said, “Alright.”

When they returned to the mansion, a man in completely black armor was waiting for them at the door. Alessandro helped Abril down from the horse and said, “Go ahead, I’ll be there

soon.”

Abril passed by the man and felt a chill run down her spine. She walked quickly, wanting to get away as fast as she could. There was something about the man that unsettled her. Before leaving, Abril looked at Alessandro. He seemed upset. She wondered who that man was and what he had come to do.

Alessandro frowned and said to the man in armor, “What are you doing here, Taren?”

“I need to speak with Your Majesty.”

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“It better be very important for you to present yourself in this manner”

“I assure you it is, Your Majesty.”

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Alessandro asked him to follow. They entered an empty room, and after ensuring no one else was there, Taren removed his helmet, feeling relieved to take it off. He had been waiting all day to speak with the king and, unable to reveal his identity, had to stay in the armor despite

the intense heat.

“Finally, I can breathe. I was roasting in there. A bit longer, and I would have died.”

“What have you come for, Taren?”

Taren took out a letter and handed it to the king.

“What is this?”

“I don’t know. I’m just the messenger.”

Alessandro opened the letter, and after reading it, he said, “Return to the palace and tell Sirius to reinforce the magical barriers.”

“All of them?”

“All of them, and hurry.”

“Do I have to leave now?”

Alessandro raised an eyebrow, his gaze intimidating. He didn’t need to say anything, his response was clear on his face.

“Alright, I understand. I’ll leave immediately.”

“Don’t get distracted on the way, Taren.”

“I won’t, Your Majesty. I’ll use teleportation scrolls. I’ll reach the palace in a few minutes.”

“Go.”

Taren bowed and left the room. He headed to the courtyard, tore a scroll, and vanished into

the air.